years have I suffered; fifteen years have I prayed; fifteen years have I beat my head against these four walls — I tell you that ‘twas the gypsies who stole her from me, do you hear that? and who ate her with their teeth. — Have you a heart?

imagine a child playing, a child sucking; a child sleeping. It is so innocent a thing! — Well! that, that is what they took from me, what they killed. The good God knows it well! To-day, it is my turn; I am going to eat the gypsy. — Oh! I would bite you well, if the bars did not prevent me! My head is too large! — Poor little one! while she was asleep! And if they woke her up when they took her, in vain she might cry; I was not there! — Ah! gypsy mothers, you devoured my child! come see your own.”